Transmigrating as a Villain: From Former Slave to Empress

(A super-yandere empress, one heroine, sweet romance, ultra-sweet) Beneath a blood-red sunset, she glided forward, her bare feet treading over the remains of countless lives. Every step seemed to fall in time with the world’s collapse, and the pressure radiating from her made the air nearly impossible to breathe. At last, she stopped before me. Her fingertip, brimming with immense fortune, pressed coldly against my throat. Her red lips curled into a smile, and her voice rang out like a blade of frost: “My disciple, I will always remember how you cherished me in the past. From now on, it’s my turn to cherish you.” I was a villain who had transmigrated into a book, with a System at my disposal. I never imagined I would fall at the hands of the puppet I had created myself. At the summit of Yaochi, the cold Immortal-Binding Chains mercilessly pierced her collarbones. The usually aloof and otherworldly empress, untouched by mortal concerns, now glared at me with murderous intent. Her bloodstained lips brushed against my earlobe, and her words seemed to drift from the depths of the underworld: “Disciple, when you made me acknowledge you as my master, did you ever imagine your own sword intent would pierce you?” Everyone praised the empress for her compassion toward all living things. Only I knew the madness hidden beneath that pure white imperial robe. When the midnight bells rang, she always appeared right on time, clutching the core of the System she had forcibly torn from my body. Three thousand merfolk lamps swayed with eerie light, illuminating her stunning yet merciless face. She used the fortune of an entire world to forge Immortal-Binding Nails engraved with my name. With every strike of the hammer, it was as if she meant to imprison my soul at her side forever. “On the Stone of Eternity, I have engraved our marriage vows nine hundred and ninety-nine times.” Her icy fingertip traced the sealed meridians in my body. Her gaze was as deep as an endless abyss, and her low voice sounded like a decree: “When you remember how to beg me, my disciple, I’ll add the final stroke. From then on, we’ll share life and death.”